New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-02-27
LOVE IN A FOG.

She dared not 90 into France s,as room. for the
child she had rocked Ill her bosom turned from her
with sighs and means:
aCo away, Nuuziatina. leave me In peace,
always iii peace"
was cosoied with the SignOr Dottore. for the Pro-
fessore was not like himself this morning lie was
disturbed and bewildered and was impatient OF
Annuuz,atas lamentations. Why had the maiign
Engishman ever come to trouble this peaceful.
home on the Licvai Those cold English, cruel and
lev as their chill oggy land All na oee mi GONG ,bs
maledetfo d ingtese turned the head OF our httie
Francesca
Anne aimo." Annunzlata moanod and went, and
plated her apron Her heart was very full for she
loved the Siguor Antonio like q sou. Then she saw
the SignOr ProfessOre coming up the stairs win INC
Signor Dottore. and she eurtsied ana wlpoa her
"Well, Annunziata, how are we getting Oh 7" in
QCred the DOttOre cheerily.
SAh, Sigbor DOttore. it Is sad day for TINS
sNo. no, Annunziata my friend. tri1e a
tr0e. You are all making too muoh oil e'N'n
Annnnziata softly opened door and pcoped
into Franccscas ROOM she shooK her oeaa saIy
and then threw tho door open, saying, Enter
signor' ,,.. 80, s.u..,,
cur.ain was drawn across tho principal window.
and Francesca lay on "a couch in Swallowed corner,
with her head buried in the red velvet cushions.
The thick masses Of her black hair stood ont in
relief against the rich crimson of tho pillows. Her
face was hidden. She never stirred as her father
and the loctor went into the roo
He knew NOR. Of marine biology than OF women.
A great disturbance was wrought in him ~ this
dstrac.ine beha sor on the part OF bis little Cesca
flo had not the smallest idea what to do. Frances
cas- strange affection for his distinguished English
student amazed him. Tie nilordo was an imPas,
stoned pupil Science was his mistress lie had
never another thought Blind Professore
Tue ProfcssOre crossed the room with hurried
uncertain step. and put his hand timIdly on Fran
aCesca. my little one look up. Hero is tho Signor
Dottore." Francesca lifted her head. There was a
1lix,.o l.a Inr
dark eyes were dry but deep and luminous with
eno.iou. She clasped her fathers hand between
nss lSsbbo' il mic Babbo," she cried "Iet me die
care no more to live wsh to sleep in tho grave:
Oh yes. to sleep forever. forever vita my mother"
The Poessore turned pale to the roots of his white
hair But the Dottore. with an important manner.
took Frapcesca's hand in his an fel' for the pulse
ut her wrist. Francesca drew her hand away and
buried il under the cushions.
"Go away Signor Dottore; so. CO. | do not want
yon. wish to die and go to my mother How
ipiserable au. What torment!
Tie Profess ire looked anxiously at the Dottore:
The Signor Dottorc, who felt the nnru ted calm Of
profound wisdom. screwed up his eyes and twinkled
Egarlouslv at the troubled Professore, as much as
20 saw lIe he, learned PTOfessore know Il thing
or two beyond you. With all your deep researches
you are now cropping in thick darknoss. Stand
aside, oool Protessore. and admire the wealth of
my Knowledge of human nature. The heart OF
woman is an open book to me-" SO with a
iatherly and ocose air the Dottore drew chair
near Francesca couch.
sSu, 81. francesca what Is the matter now
wha, poo' fellow have yoa slain win yoar dark
cruelty" and the foolish old Dottore struggled to
get hold of Francesca's wrist.
Babbo," pleaded Francesca. with piteous
shiver OF disgust, she hid herself deeper III the
pillows The Professore moved uneasiiy.
" Come come Francesca" babbled the Dotto,e.
give your devoted al mrer that little wrist. The
youth of Siapeute will mob old Caporali II lie dossn
quickly cure the beautiful Francesca. touch OF
fever Professore, nothing. nothing. COMPOSING
draueht and our Francesca will he as danHerous
Francesca turned round and raised herself in a
s stts x1a p0',1 H awav BaSso she sad pora
you to lot me alone. Babbo dear Babbo, please go
away. Leave inc in peace. In peace"
The miserable PrOfcssOre trembed AMI some
thing Of the immense suffering III the girls eyes
penetrated tho dense covering that shrouded
Dottore Caporaii' son. Francesca buried herself
beipessiy at one another and then went feebly
away.
The window curtains we're now drawn back in
Francesca's ROOM Her aoves dew on to the sill
and she put out her hands to them. full OF grain;
and they settled on her shoulders, and circled
about her hesi cooling softly. Everything WAT
changed. And yet through the trees she could see
Antonio Slowly pacing up and down, with ms arms
crossed on nis chest and his head oent and
Giuseppe the gardener. at his work. All the sweet
familiar things gazed reproachiuy at her with
blank still faces from which the kind smile of los'
aad faded. With movement OF impa'ience sh'
turned from the open window. ANGER and PAN
were mingled in her heart and through all pierced
q deep perception OF injustice.
She coaid not 20 out INTO the cruel glare haunted
by that tiresOme Antonio. Yet she hated her room
Il was alive with thousand paiDini memores
On the table lay the English books given her by TN
Milordo Edoaldo. The pretty htie edition oil
Tenn sons POEMS and one OF tn 0 stories that ~
said we're real BY English girls The manuscript
of songs lie had set for her guitar for he was go0C
musician as we'll as a student of scencel were stu
scattered on the piano. he Fad praised ner sing
ing 80 much aud her qnickness in learning the
English language A deep glow of anguish stained
Francesca's cheeks and she caught her breath ano
rocked herself to and fro With the pain OF norti1
cation She remembered how the Milordo Edoardt
used Co sit on tho stone steps sning against The
claspsd laziiy behind his head. while he watched
feyered with Indignation and shame rs sbe recalled
that she had been moved by his praise to more
earnest efforts to please MN, On; misery s;s yao,
with looks of love. Bitter. bitter sting!
Oh she hated those English They we're crue
and heartess and cold. She would stab him If III
smile of the eyes. and mouth. She would aveng
herself and show bin that Italian girls cannot b.
treated thus, and then lcltaleit With i1i,ndI
torture of wounded feelings. Francesca's no
southern soul surged in pain within her, ana at las
sionats maiden learning with sharp pangs o
humiliation that adm ration and attraction are no
love She found relief III this outburst OF grief, an
wept herself quiet.
Presently Annunziata came in and looked wis'
fully at Francesca .
"Ihe SIguOr ANTONIO Dlus me ASK thc
II she will have the flowers the terrace the sam
al do not care. 'Nunziata, have told yOu d
not care for anything"
GAh. my httlo one. do not say that, you vii
break old 'Nunziaa's heart Think OF the Signo
Antonio too"
a,kupzatap cried Francesca, turning her fan
ing eyes suddenly OH the old nurse " go away tbi
minute. and leave Inc 10 peace Anuunzlat
sighed and went sorrowfully away. But IL yer
short time she returned again.
"The Signor Antonio goes tomorrow to tho mai
ket at V; he bids me inquire il he eau do an
thing for The Signorina.p That wearisonio, bluDde
ING Antonio againl ALWAYS questions when 81
wished to be quiet and watch the sun die over IL
hill 49, nv, 1,
Nothing nothing, 'Nun2iata. Why does II
Sicnor Antonio plague me like thisi l am far t.
unhappy TO want ribbons or lace. He should kho
that" . q.
q Pardon Sipnorina Last wear, wheL The Sign